Waking Up in the New World

Intimidating pets, strange symbols and unexpected guests.

(GM’s Note: This session was run about a year ago and my usual notes were either lost or not taken at all?)

Waking up at the top of a lighthouse, Gloriana and Artegal were displeased to discover that they had next to no memory of who they were. They only knew what they were capable of and that they had a strong desire to find quarry of some kind.
Near them were three large, werewolf-like creatures that Artegal named 14, 15 and 16 on account of a simple, branded number being found on the back of each of their necks. Beside them was the carcass of a freshly dead cow, which the ‘dogs’ set to devouring like a pack of piranhas.

Within the bloody bones left on the floor was a decent sized wooden case. Looking inside, the hunters found:

An ornate, six-cylinder pistol decorated with jewels and fancy metals. It also came with a speed-loader and twelve rounds.

A gold locket with a small key attached to it’s chain.

An envelope with a private note inside, addressed to Gloriana.

A large, well-made bootknife with knuckle duster handle. Gloriana took all but this last item, which Artegal claimed.

As Gloriana read her note and a sour look blossomed on her face, Artegal looked at their respective attire. They both wore black jumpsuits, his decidedly thicker than hers, and gas masks with tall, feathered headdresses . His was about a foot in height with a mixture of silver and bleached bone, while the mask proper was addorned with a burnished steel facemask. Hers seemed far more impractical, with a mixture of gold and aquamarine feathers shooting up a full two feet as well as a much more polished steel facemask.

It took her moments to deduce that she was able to sense life and emotions. This came easier with the helmet on. Artegal’s helmet had three small, red buttons on the inside that were not easily pressed. Unsure what they did, he decided to leave them alone for now.

After some searching, the group only found about ten pounds of very stale cereal to eat. Gathering it up in a small bag they found amongst the various shipping containers, the group explored the basement, There they found a sealed floor hatch with a strange symbol painted on it. Glad for the warmth it exuded, they chose to sleep for the night on and around the hatch.

The next day they awoke to the sound of a boat pulling up to the small island the lighthouse sat upon.

It was filled with a half dozen WWII era Japanese commandos, not that any of the hunters would recognize them as such. These commandos were very tired and their equipment rather damaged by sea salt as well as acidic rain, which the hunters had yet to become acquainted with. It’s just as well that in the ensuing battle almost none of their possessions survived. The last surviving commando even tossed his gun into the water, out of spite, when it became obvious he was to die upon the end of Artegal’s knife.
While the two hunters did their part, the heavy lifting was obviously done by the ‘dogs’. These animals revealed a capacity for blood lust and brief spurts of superhuman strength that set both Gloriana and Artegal’s eyebrows rising behind their masks. This expenditure of energy gave the animals such an appetite that they devoured all but the last commando in a flurry of teeth and flesh. The two hunters were been glad to have such strong allies, but became very concerned about what might happen if a steady supply of food could not be found.

While there were a couple of useful items on the boat and the person of the one commando that wasn’t eaten – Artegal claiming a zippo lighter and a decorative red cloth belt – there wasn’t really much food to be found beyond less than a half dozen MRE’s.

As Artegal cleaned off his knife and the dogs ate, Gloriana looked sharply towards the east. She could feel their quarry moving away from them, across the water and along the coast…